I don't remember when it was
That I realized
Nearly everyday
I have that Sunday Feeling--
That churchy, been-with-God, old-song,
Been-blessed-and-refreshed feeling.
Though on the day called Sunday
I rest more
And stare out the window with dreamier eyes.
And yet
The other days shine like Sundays, too--
Connect like a seven-squared hopscotch--
Sparkle like a string of diamonds.
This Sunday Life
Is packed with morning, noon and evening glories--
It's the Way I've chosen.
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